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Young Blood

There are so many songs I want to send you New ones I find That call you to mind And I wonder if your heart Still feels as young as it used to Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Young Blood

The Sweetest Death

Your poison berry So red and ripe Yearning to be picked Tempting to be tasted Knowing it ends in death Still I put you in my mouth

Words keep hanging out Down at the end of the line But there's no train at the station And no one is keeping time They sit there in their solitude With no where else to be The words all become drifters Just like this heart in me

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